LeMasters Singapore Assassin #1

By David Wayne Searcy

Dave LeMasters is a contract assassin. He has been hired to stop a sell of technical data to terrorist groups. Murder, love and people from Dave's past all come into view. If LeMasters fails... 9/11 will be a small matter to the new monster that terrorism will unleash.

• Language: English
• Publisher: David Wayne Searcy
• Release date: Apr 28, 2012
• ISBN: 9781311407207

David Wayne Searcy

Single father of three grown daughters.

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LeMasters Singapore Assassin #1

By David Wayne Searcy

Published by David Wayne Searcy at Smashwords

Copyright©2006,2015DavidWayneSearcy

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In memory of Marcella Soledad Ramos. My first wife. A beautiful woman who's life was tragically shortened. You now walk with God. My only regret is you never had seen the books that I have written. And I thank you for the beautiful daughter that God graced us with. I will always love you.

Contents

One—Carla Wayman a Stripper

Two—Dave LeMasters our invisible asset

Three—The Pentagon and Mark Luciouse

Four—The County Morgue

Five—The Coffee Shop Meeting

Six—Home

Seven—The Man From the Past

Eight—The Flight—Sex with Honey—Singapore

Nine—The Club in Singapore

Ten—The Gun—Rios—Orchard Street

Eleven—Mark is such a bad man

Twelve—Her name is—Nana

Thirteen—Failure is not an option

Fourteen—Nana’s home

Fifteen—The NCIS Interview

Sixteen—Mark had an Epiphany

Seventeen—A Change of Address

Eighteen—To Plan a Meet

Nineteen—Nana—with another man? WTF!!

Twenty—Cheyenne—Hot and Bothered

Twenty-one—Cheyenne—Sassified

Twenty-two—Mark begins the deal

Twenty-three—The latest greatest news

Twenty-four—Mark and smooth whiskey

Twenty-five—Seeking information

Twenty-six—Father God, I know I’m a sinner

Twenty-seven—Dave LeMasters attacked

Twenty-eight—Lord of the Robotic Flies

Twenty-nine—Beer Fest—I’m Alive!

What the hell is that? Dave looked toward the direction from where the sound had come from. He saw about a hundred flying metal golf ball size creatures approaching him from the vacant lot. The words in his mind were—oh shit.

One

This is a beginning or

is it an end the world

will keep on sinning

as the words drip from a preacher’s pen

Twisted Preacher

Wake up! Wake up! The voice in her head screamed. Her body was in pain. It was difficult to open her eyes. Her hands were numb, tied above her head. When she opened her eyes, there was nothing to be seen. Everything was dark. Carla could feel the coolness of the room. She

was hungry. It seemed like what she could perceive, she was tied to an overhanging rafter. She could feel the floor, but that didn’t allow her arms to come down any more than what was allowed for her.

What the hell is happening here? Her memory quickly was answering the best

that it could because she was still feeling the effects of a drug. The same time her body was trying to sober up, it was beginning to deal with the pain of being in an awkward strained position.

How the hell did this happen—

You’re awake—good. You have been out for a few days now. I wanted you to be awake so I could share with you my latest project. Now we can get on with it.

Who are you—how the hell did I get here and why am I tied up like this?

You don’t remember? I understand that could happen. I’ve heard that when some people who have received the amount of dosage that was administered to you that it would take time for your memory to recapture itself. Who am I? Carla… I am Mark Luciouse. A patron of the club you work at. I watched your show and invited you over for a few drinks and you ended up with me in my room. I am also a robotics engineer to which you will soon find out. Where are you? You’re in the middle of Texas. Far from Dallas… about a hundred miles from the nearest town—more or less.

What do you want with me? She said with a small whimpering cry.

Why Carla—I do have a need for you. Oh the sexual thing—yea, that was satisfactory, but not what I really wanted you for. No there is another plan.

Carla could hear him walking closer—hearing the echo of his steps in a large room, but opening her eyes, she still couldn’t see him.

Turn on the lights in here you stupid fuck. I can’t see anything. Her fear was growing with her crying. She sensed that what-ever was happening was not going to be good.

Mark, who… what are you doing—Her memory quickly began to fill in all of the unanswered questions.

THREE DAYS EARLIER

Harry Hines Blvd., is the working girl capital street of Dallas Texas. There you can find all types of strip bars and beer clubs. The higher elite social status of Dallas would like the bars to be closed down and the place cleaned up. But the problem is—they are a percentage of the cliental. They have different types of strip clubs. Depends on what you can afford for suitable entertainment. Some would be the choice of locals and cowboy types. Others would choose a classier establishment along with classier prostitutes. Most clubs allow just the top to be removed. A few clubs have total nude. The door charge is more expensive in the nude bars, and you have to bring in your own booze.

It’s the way that the law works in Texas, what many door men retort to new customers.

Carla Wayman was a high class stripper. She was the headliner on the marquee sign. Many men would stop in to ogle the beautiful blond with big tits and blue eyes to match. Carla walked directly up to the dance pole when her song came across the speaker. She would prance around and tease her audience as their sexual urges built up. Their eyes were eager as they anticipated the unwrapping of a Christmas package. She dropped the first strap of her bra men sat on the edge of their seats.

Come on girl, let me see those babies, was the DJ’s eager reply. All the men moaned when she exposed her breast. She wore lipstick to highlight the perfect nipples. Men were very pleased at the display of her tits. She would seductively dance as her hands moved slowly, across the hidden places of her body, increasingly return to the touch of her breasts and worked her spell of arousal. As the music was coming to its end she would increase her move into a frenzy. The music ended—she tilt her head back and her eyes would set in a glassy stare as her mouth dropped open into a fantasy orgasm. Men sat silent for a moment in the cigarette smog room and shared her orgasm and slowly applauded her artistic display of naked dance. She picked up her clothing at the edge of the dance floor when Dexter the club manager, paged her down.

There is a gentleman who would like to buy you a drink if you sit with him for a moment.

Oh—who would that be?

The gentleman seated over there, Dexter said as he pointed in the corner direction. The gentleman was sitting alone with a bottle of Crown R freshly opened. He had a welcome smile when Dexter pointed at him.

Handsome man—seems ok. Thank you, Dexter. I’ll see where this one gets me.

Yes ma’am, but if he gives you any problems just let me know.

Sure Dexter—you know me. Carla moved with a grace of a cat stalking toward her prey as she made her way toward his table. She looked for all the signs of wealth and found many. He was neat in appearance. His hair well groomed and freshly cut. His hands were well manicured and not rough. His clothing was clean and top of the line. Her joy was turning into a fast arousal as her pleasure was seeing the dollar signs of wealth.

Hi—names Carla, as I’m sure you know by now.

Carla is a pretty name fitting a very pretty lady—I’m Mark Luciouse. It would do me pleasure if you sit and have a drink with me. Do you mind Crown or would you prefer another?

Crown is fine—but I would like it to be a water mix. I still have to work you know.

I understand and that would be fine for the lady that I would like to be seated with me. BAR KEEP! Please bring a bottle of water for the lady and another glass.

Yes sir! The bartender replied.

So Mark—are you from around here?

No—but if you mean Texas, yes—I’m about a little over 100 miles from here. I’m from the ass end of Texas called Wichita Falls. A place you don’t want to be and if you were there, you would want to leave as fast as you can. Oh I go back every once in a while—just to remind myself why I had left there. But tell me Carla, are you from here?

No—from a place called Sweetwater, but then—like you it’s still Texas.

Married, any family? Mark asked.

Well—you sound more like the lady that I like to get to know more about. Wild and liberated to do what-ever you want.

Getting to know me can cost you a lot. And I do mean money.

I like materialistic bitches, Mark said with a laugh.

Carla smiled and sipped her drink. Her eyes never left the face of the man as she studied his every move. She felt a mysterious danger—but felt a thrill from the uncertain feeling. She wondered how he would be in the bed room. Would he be a bed freak, or a geek. No matter—if the screw wasn’t good—the money would be.

I do like your dancing—the whole thing. You’re a striking beautiful looking lady and you look like you can devastate anything that got you into the sack and leave hardly anything left.

I suppose that I should be complimented by all of that.

I would hope so.

Look—I still have to do some dancing, you wouldn’t mind waiting and watching me do my stuff would you?

I think that I would find that to be a joy. Mark said as he poured another drink.

Take your clothes off darling and turn me on.

You’re a real cute-ass. Be back in a short time. Carla left her seat and bent down and kissed him on the cheek. She thought his bold humor to be attractive and seemed to be a diamond in a rough situation. They left the club when it